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Autumn and winter were certainly the worst
months to stay on the sidewalk. The homeless watched with envy as
passers-by walked in their jackets imagining how nice it was to be
wrapped up in that heat instead of looking for comfort among boxes
or scrap clothes recovered from used goods.
Sometimes someone would bring comfort in the form of clothing or hot drinks, then it seemed that the world could be better.
One evening they were all escorted under the subway tunnels, into a large atrium where it seemed that they had become a big family. They distributed blankets and meals in a typical festive atmosphere. They began to tell each other the most extravagant stories and exchange smiles. Someone was sure how soon they would deliver a house to live in each of them. Someone else, with large gestures of his arms, claimed to have been kidnapped by the aliens who had guaranteed him that they were already present on earth. Soon everyone would notice the effect of their presence.
But that night nothing better was to have hot water baths available. They would queue up to use it. The little angels rescuers—boys and girls, with the clear intention of bringing help, ran among the weary and distressed misfits asking if they needed help.
Jonas sat watching the comings and goings as if he were in a theatre. Someone had taken a guitar and was playing a melody from some Eastern European nation.
A girl came up. Her name was Laura. “Are you Jonas?” she asked.
The man nodded.
“You are my uncle” the girl whispered looking around as if she did not want to reveal a shame.
“I remember you!” Jonas confirmed with a smile. “You were little, when you came to visit us.”
Laura nodded. “I have only recently heard about your story. At first, I thought you had run away and left your aunt alone in the house. I hated you so much for such an absurd gesture.”
“The situation has evolved in a very different way” he objected.
Sometimes someone would bring comfort in the form of clothing or hot drinks, then it seemed that the world could be better.
One evening they were all escorted under the subway tunnels, into a large atrium where it seemed that they had become a big family. They distributed blankets and meals in a typical festive atmosphere. They began to tell each other the most extravagant stories and exchange smiles. Someone was sure how soon they would deliver a house to live in each of them. Someone else, with large gestures of his arms, claimed to have been kidnapped by the aliens who had guaranteed him that they were already present on earth. Soon everyone would notice the effect of their presence.
But that night nothing better was to have hot water baths available. They would queue up to use it. The little angels rescuers—boys and girls, with the clear intention of bringing help, ran among the weary and distressed misfits asking if they needed help.
Jonas sat watching the comings and goings as if he were in a theatre. Someone had taken a guitar and was playing a melody from some Eastern European nation.
A girl came up. Her name was Laura. “Are you Jonas?” she asked.
The man nodded.
“You are my uncle” the girl whispered looking around as if she did not want to reveal a shame.
“I remember you!” Jonas confirmed with a smile. “You were little, when you came to visit us.”
Laura nodded. “I have only recently heard about your story. At first, I thought you had run away and left your aunt alone in the house. I hated you so much for such an absurd gesture.”
“The situation has evolved in a very different way” he objected.
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